Meeting the Smitty Halfway

My Kaho’olawe wife is always ak-sing me about how the Smitty is doing. (She gave us the Smitty in the first place because it was perpetratin’ her office and she wanted it to have a home).

“How’s Mr. Smitty?” (sometimes she says it in a british accent)

“He’s great!

Then there’s always this pause – like, “give me some details, tell me a story” – so I talk about how whenever the Misters come back in the truck, the Smitty comes down the stairs and halfway out across the lawn and waits for the Misters. And he makes a couple of “mebs” sounds – just a couple.

Then, when the Misters get to him, he RUNS back up to the porch and waits by the door (even though we put his food outside when we leave for long periods). Such a funny Smitty!

“He is like a good a loyal dog!” said The Mister.

“Except dogs don’t just stand there in your way and make you go around them,” said The Mister.

“Shoots!”